Him

He stood over her, gazing at her still form, mesmerized by her beauty. She was not one ov the kind that he usually chose, but another. Watching her die was the greatest thrill ov his life. He stole her innocence first, then her dignity. As the blood flowed from her still-breathing wounds, he wondered at what could've been had she not resisted. Had they ALL not resisted. Why was he always rejected? Why had his aspirations never been good enough for them? Why did they insist on robbing him ov what should've been his?

Her body, now limp from the loss of blood, was then wrapped in a canvas cloth and gently placed in a footlocker. One that was chosen specifically for her. A beautiful trunk for a beautiful creation.